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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
TWO OLD SADDLE PALS
Joel T. Bailey
They were born and raised in the West
And good friends sense boyhood
Through good times and bad
By each other’s side they stood
But now their hair has turned to gray
And their eyes are dimmed with age
No longer do they ride along
Through the plains of dusty sage
Gone are their carefree cowboy days
And the open range they'd roam
Now their foreman is a nurse
Their bunkhouse an old folks home
Their days are spent in a rocking chair
Instead of on a horse and saddle
All that’s left is the memories
Of their days of working cattle
They tell stories to all who'll listen
About the way life was back then
For its the only way they have
To live those old times agin’
For them there’s no more cattle drives
No horses, barns or corrals
Now they rock along side by side
Just two old saddle pals
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